Roman Rain

by Quinn Specht   Dec 14, 2005


The gates of hell
swing on by.
My eyes fill with tears at the site
of you.
I hold you close and yet so far.
The wind burns my skin
Ashes lay before my feet,
the smell of blood lingers in the
air
Love me no longer
be my death.
Dark angels dance in the moonlight.
The fire brushes the trees.
I am lonely no more.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Antonio

    Hey love yur poem my middle name is quinn anyways you sound like a fun girl wanta to talk call me at 1501-224-2788 i'm not online much so yea bye